Wonder-Filled World

I may be in my 30’s, but I still look forward to the first snowfall of the year. And why not? Who says one must put aside the youthful awe of perfectly formed ice crystals, lacy and delicate, falling gently to blanket the earth? The world grows silent and still, hushed in expectation for those first flakes to appear and float downward. As the magic begins, you feel like you might be the only person left on the face of the earth, chosen to witness the change. What was a dreary and grey landscape of dormant plant-life is now reborn in clean white: a new beginning, a fresh start. There is a feeling of solitude and introspection mingled with joy and excitement. Listening to the snow crunch and squeak underfoot, feeling the nip in the clean air that paints your cheeks with a healthy glow. I hope I never lose sight of the child-like wonder of the season.

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A bird’s nest lays hidden in the folds of this weeping mulberry, awaiting new arrivals in spring.

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A mystical forest land that is both autumn and winter

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My apple tree already decorated for Christmas with apples for the deer.

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Someone forgot to tell the honeysuckle summer is over.

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Broccoli on ice, anyone?

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Hope Springs Eternal

 

 

 

 

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